Without Armor
Gushes of breath
Break the silence, a breeze
Of oxygen down her
Throat—
The monsters
Have fled the woods
And it is time
To take off
Our armor,
The piercing
Rustle of
Leaves upon
Silk-stocking feet,
The sound discreet
As they paddle along—
Mechanic ducks
In mending, charm
Them with gray eyes
Like water—
The brittle gems
That droop from
Daffodil leaves,
I discard my metal
Upon the thin
Branches of willows,
A fever rising upon
My worried skin—
She says it’s all right
But the feeling is
Unbearable,
Upturned pores
Stretch toward the
Air like ceramic
Cups and it’s
Cold—
The brittle
Sheaths of
Flesh upon my
Bones,
I can still see
The silky white
Teeth protrude
From hot red
Gums, hunger so
Wild you could
Explode—
But the monsters
Have gone,
And I can take
Off my
Armor.
whew...intense...and sometimes it is hard when one can finally lay aside that armor and once more feel the world...
ReplyDeleteVery interesting piece...Seamlessly done...
ReplyDeletecrossbow
A very depthful poem full of passion and imagination.
ReplyDeleteEileen
Intense write and I loved it!
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